it tastes like duck, only sweeter

As the rain drizzled around her, her senses were drowned. Focusing on dragging her duck to a good hiding spot, she didn't notice the older woman's approach. It isn't until she is ankle-deep in mud and the woman is speaking does Calliope looks up. Her fur stands on end, as much as it can for how went it is, and an attempt at a fierce growl rumbles in her chest. "He was askin' for it," the pup spits out from around the broken neck of the duck. She stares suspiciously at the older woman as she takes a few steps back. No way she was going to let some newcomer take her prize!

"Plenty more over there if you want one," Calliope says as she lifts a paw and points it in the direction where the other startled ducks try to go back to sleep. Why they didn't fly away was outside of her concern. What's more of her concern is this larger and older wolf attempting to take what was her's.

Calliope, The Callous